My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet quickly turned to look at Ethan as soon as she heard those words. With her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, she asked, "Did you bring painting tools along?"

Undiluted affection glistened in Ethan’s eyes as his lips curled up in a smile. He stood up and leaned close to her. As he stared at her affectionately, the golden sun rays danced on their faces.

Instinctively, he stroked her hair and replied, "I’ll try find you some. Just wait for me here."

Ethan straightened up and began to walk towards the forest. When he was sure that he was out of Janet’s sight, he took out his phone and called Sean. His face was cold and his tone was authoritative at this time.

"Send a helicopter here with the best painting equipment immediately!"

On the other end of the line, Sean was flabbergasted to hear his boss’s command. He had been busy supervising the servants to clean up Ethan’s house. Although the errand was out of the blue, he had no choice but to respond, "Okay, sir. I… I’ll do that right away."

that Ethan wanted a set of painting equipment because of Janet. He immediately set to work

drawing board on his back, while he carried the acrylic paint set, a bucket, and paint brushes in his hands. He then walked back to

Where did you get all these from, Ethan? The drawing board is so

no shop here. More so, the closest habited area is hundreds of

Ethan set down all the tools and smiled

to speak to the occupants there. Luckily, there was a painter amongst them.

"Wow! Where is he?"

looked in the direction that Ethan had

I got out of the ship. I think they only stopped to watch the sunset. Not to worry, I already thanked him enough

she couldn’t meet the so-called painter, but she smiled and began to set up the easel. The cool evening breeze blew her